Where’s your cape—and your bonnet?
[Theophila looks round vacantly.
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
Cape? cape? Here’s a cape.
[He hands the cape to Mrs. Cloys; she snatches it from him, and puts it round Theophila’s shoulders. Claude picks up the bonnet, and brings it to Mrs. Cloys, then goes to the upper door, and stands there waiting.
Mrs. Cloys.
[Raising Theophila.] You are not well; you are ill. Fletcher——! [Sir Fletcher goes up to the steps leading to the library.] Where are you going?
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
My hat——[He pushes the portière aside, then draws back.] Mrs. Allingham——! [Hesitatingly.] Er—I believe I have left my hat here, Mrs. Allingham. May I——? [He enters the library.
Theophila.